Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 912

Chapter 912 Girls Are Useless

After the examination was over, Deirdre and Madame Brighthall exited the consultation room, only for the latter to see Brendan leaning against the wall nearby with Charlene snaking her arm around his.

In the past, Brendan would have immediately taken his arm right out of hers. The fact that she could hold onto him for so long was a statement Madame Brighthall could not ignore-and the cue for her expression to immediately darken as she led Deirdre out of the way.

Brendan and Charlene followed them closely. When Madame Brighthall and Deirdre were about to get into the man’s car, Brendan suddenly said,” You and Deirdre will be going home in Sam’s car. Where I’m heading isn’t in the mansion’s direction.”

Sam appeared and opened the backseat door.

Madame BrighthalI’s hand froze in mid-action. Her ire finally flared. “Dee has just finished her examination, Brendan! Where are you going if you’re not going to stay at home with her?” “I have work to do,” he replied flatly. “It was just a pregnancy check-up. What’s the big idea?”

Madame Brighthall glowered. “Why you-” “Aunt Brighthall, a word, please!” Charlene emerged from behind Brendan with a grin plastered on her face. “See, everyone else not getting Bren’s situation? Understandable. But you’re his mother. You should know just how busy he is! He’s sacrificed enough of his time just to accompany Miss McKinnon for her check-up. It’s more than enough proof that he cares. And since there was clearly nothing biggie, he’s more than allowed to go. Don’t you think so, Miss McKinnon?”

The ball was deliberately passed back to her court again. Deirdre did not even blink. “Don’t care.”

She disappeared into the car, sulking.

Madame Brighthall quickly followed. Then, Sam drove the car away.

Charlene wrapped her hands around Brendan’s arms, her eyes gleaming with glee. “Bren, are you upset because it’s going to be a baby girl?”

Brendan pulled his arm away from her and lit a cigarette. Before she got into his car, Charlene heard him muttering under his breath, “Tsk. Girls are useless.”

He made no attempt to hide his disdain at all. Charlene suddenly realized why Brendan had been giving Deirdre so much preferential treatment-it was because he thought she was bearing him an heir. He wanted a future patriarch.

Her lips twisted into a smile as she yanked open the car door and got into the passenger’s seat.

Brendan’s mood seemed to have taken a big hit. He drove them to a bar and started drinking while Charlene kept him company.

Madame Brighthall called in at one time. Brendan answered it, and she sounded frantic. “Where on Earth are you? It’s late, and you’re not even home yet! Dee isn’t feeling well right now, you hear me? She hasn’t had any appetite at all, so do something about that, for crying out loud. Show some concern, at least!”

Brendan held the glass in the air, his black eyes reflecting the dazzles of lights overhead. The rest of his face, though, was stoic. “What, you think she’s going to suddenly eat something because I ‘showed some concern’? Please.”

Madame Brighthall did not expect her son to defy her like that. “How could you even say such a thing!? She’s… She’s going through all of this because she’s pregnant with your child, Brendan! If you have anything other than a heart of stone, you’ll come back here and care for her! Besides, isn’t it obvious why she’s not eating? It’s because you abandoned her midway through the check-up!”

Frustration began to weigh on Brendan’s eyebrows, causing them to crease. “It’s just a baby girl. You’re twisting yourself into a knot over a baby girl.” 1

He hung up immediately and chucked his phone to the coffee table, fed up. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

He binged. Instead of trying to stop him, Charlene encouraged him by ordering another bottle.

His head was spinning after he finished the last drop, so he closed his eyes and fell into a slumber.

Charlene sidled up close and leaned toward him. “Bren? Yoo-hoo? Are you there?”

He did not stir, though his frown remained. For some reason, it only made him appear even more handsome. Charlene’s heart raced as she asked once more, “Should we go home, Bren?”

No answer. Suddenly, his phone rang on the coffee table.